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Monday, August 22, 2005

Electric Orgasms

My sex life was fairly straight-forward and pretty boring until oneday, my wife, Katie, and I discovered something really wild.

I was using an electric toothbrush one Saturday morning, and Katiecame in the bathroom to take a shower. I had just finished brushing myteeth, and as she bent over to pull her panties off, I pressed the tipof the toothbrush against her buttocks.

"What the hell?" She turned around and looked at me, then she smiled."Jesus, that was a weird sensation."

"You like that?" I asked.

"Well, uh...yeah!"

She finished pulling off her panties, and then stood there. Slowly,carefully, I pressed the dull side of the tip of the toothbrushagainst her pussy.

"Oohhh weeeee!" she said. "I LIKE that!"

"Hmm," I said. "I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"I was wondering what else we might have that vibrates," I said.

"The vacuum cleaner handle vibrates," she said.

I raised my eyebrows. "No wonder the carpet is always so clean," Isaid with a grin.

"Yeah, right," she said, taking off her bra and stepping into the shower.

After she took her shower, I took a quick shower, and got dressed. Ifound her in the kitchen, and I asked, "You need anything from thestore?"

"Nope. Why, where you goin'?"

"Shopping," I said.

I returned two hours later. With me, I brought a large, electricvibrator, a penis suction device, and a double-ended dildo.

"What the bloody hell?" Katie asked.

"Hell, let's try this shit out," I said.

She didn't seem to need much encouragement. She was in the bedroom,undressed, and laying on the bed before I could unpack all the stuff.Her legs were spread wide, and I got a bone just looking at her.Though married for a number of years, she still had the ability tomake me horny as hell just looking at her. She had a great body, trim,with full round tits topped by cherry-red, hard nipples.

I took off my clothes slowly, making sure she saw my hard cocksticking out at her.

"Hey, look who's come to visit," she said with a grin.

"And who's going to cum with a visit," I said.

I plugged in the vibrator, and put on a large, long thing that wasshaped and felt like a really big dick.

I opened a jar of some type of ointment that came with the device, andspread it allover the big rubber dick.

She looked at me dubiously and then shrugged.

I pressed some buttons on the thing - it looked very much like a hotglue gun or an electric drill. Only, this thing moved in and out andaround and around. It could have been used to build a fucking house, Ithought. I pressed it slowly against Katie's lower tummy, moving itdown, down to her ample bush. She spread her legs wider, and then,slowly, I teased her clitoris with it. I pressed in a little, and sureenough, the big rubber dick entered her.

"Oh, YES!" she shouted. "Good Lord!"

I pressed in farther, her excitement turning me on even more. My cockwas aching, hurting, just waiting to be relieved.

I pushed in father, and she started panting, moaning and groaning, herbody moving and gyrating. Shit, I thought. This was driving her wild.

She came...she came again and again, screaming, jerking, shouting soloud I was sure that all the neighbors were sure I was killing her.

Then, it was my turn. I lay on the bed as she used the penis suctiondevice. She inserted the bloated tip of my cock into the tube. Therewas a round rubber sleeve on the end of the tube...and the tube itselfwas quite large. She added the ointment to the sleeve, and soon, itsucked my dick right into it. My cock began to expand. It didn't movearound or do anything; the motor just kept slowly sucking harder andharder. It began to hurt, and my cock was about twice its normal sizewithin about five minutes. I couldn't believe it!

"Turn it off," I said. "Turn it off!"

Katie reached down and unplugged the motor, then tried to take thetube off my cock. Adding more ointment, she was able to slowly slidethe sleeve over the head of my engorged cock.

She jumped on me, inserting my engorged cock into her as she loweredherself on me. I came, my cock was so hard, my dick so BIG, I couldn'thelp it. I writhed, moaned, and jerked, and right away, Katie cameagain, a look of pain on her face. She stayed onto of me, and I stayedinside her, shooting another load of cum into her. Then, she pulledoff me and lay beside me on the bed.

We lay there, both of us panting, each with our own private thoughtsabout what we had discovered. I didn't like the suction device, but itdid, indeed, seem to have its merits.

"What's the double-ended dildo for?" Katie suddenly asked.

"Battery operated, for two," I said.

"Who's the 'two'?"

"You, and my ass," I said with a laugh. "Hell, I'll try anything once."

Door To Door Muff

I was in the shower, feeling really clean, ready for the trials andtribulations of another Saturday at home by myself. My husband hadtaken off yesterday afternoon to go fishing with his friends, anotherfull weekend with the boys.

I stepped out of the shower and began toweling myself dry. I heard thechimes of the doorbell, and started to ignore it, and then thought,what the hell, it might be important. I threw on a short terry robeand headed down the hall. It was a warm summer Saturday morning, andthe house was already hot. I might spend the day outside beside thepool, I thought.

I peeked thru the telescoping view finder and saw my cosmetics dealerwalking away slowly. I had completely forgotten that she was going tostop by and deliver some suntan lotion today. I opened the door acrack and shouted down the sidewalk, "Hey Clara, I'm here."

She turned around and smiled. "Oh, there you are. I thought maybe youhad forgotten." She came walking back toward the door.

I opened the door for her, and she stared briefly at my robe, her eyestaking in my bare thighs. "Ah, you smell nice and fresh from theshower," she said.

"To be honest, I had forgotten that you were going to show up today.Bob went off with his buddies fishing, and I slept late."

I closed the door behind her as she went into the living room. Shesat, and I stood there, thinking I should go throw on some clothes,and then decided that what the hell, it was my house, and I wasn'tlike, naked or anything. I sat across from her.

"We have a new after-bath lotion, if you're interested." She laughed."I mean, since you just stepped out of the shower, this might be agood time to try it."

She reached into her bag and came up with the typical white plasticbottle with blue lettering, cute pink design on the front. It lookedlike any other bottle of body lotion, cream, etc. It was one of thosethings in the health and beauty section of your local grocery or drugstore: eeny, meeny, miny, moe . . .

She opened the bottle and spread some of the ointment onto her hands,and I stretched my left leg toward her. She dabbed at my calves withthe palm of her hand, and I noticed that my robe had come open at thebottom. It was a shorty robe, anyway, and it wouldn't have takenanything but my bending over a bit to show my ass and my pussy.

I reached down and held the trim of the two sides of the robe togetheras my cosmetic dealer rubbed my calves with the ointment. Her touchwas doing something to me, relaxing me, and I could even feel atingling sensation in my pussy as she pressed here and there,massaging my muscles gently as she moved her hand.

She moved her hands upward slowly, reaching behind my calves, behindmy knees, and ever upward to my thighs. I was thoroughly enjoying it,and sat there, allowing the pleasant sensations to make me feellanguid and rested.

And then, I realized that I had let go of the hem of my robe, and mylegs were spread. Opening my eyes, I looked at Clara's face, anddiscovered that she was staring right at my pussy. The idea that shewas looking at my pussy actually turned me on, rather than pissed meoff or embarrassed me.

She suddenly looked at my face. There was a quizzical expression onher face. I simply looked back at her, expressionlessly.

"You like that?" she asked.

I nodded. "Love it," I whispered.

She took that as a sign to move her hands closer to my inner thighs,closer to my pussy. I didn't mind, hell, at that moment, I didn't carewhat she did, so long as she didn't stop!

I spread my legs for her, giving her the opportunity to move her handscompletely up my legs. She leaned forward now, her hands manipulatingand massaging my skin as she got every closer to my pussy lips. Icould feel her fingers brushing my pussy hairs, and then, actuallytouching my pussy lips. If ever there was a time to say, "Stop," thatwas it. But, I didn't want her to stop. I spread my legs wider forher, and she leaned even closer to my pussy.

I could feel her breath on my thighs then, and the sensation turned meon even more. She was openly playing with my pussy now, moving herfingers along the outer lips, squeezing and fondling gently as shemoved her hand in unison.

I felt her thumb gently touch my clitoris, and my legs jerked. Herbreath was ever closer to my pussy, and I closed my eyes, waiting inanticipation for her to lick me, and lo and behold, she did. I couldfeel her tongue dart out and lick my pussy lips, then my clit. Movingcloser still, I could feel her tongue gently probe my pussy, moving inand out as her fingers gently massaged my pussy lips and my clit.

"Clara, I'm going to cum," I whispered, and she muttered something,though I couldn't understand what it was. I came, my body jerking andswaying with spasms of delight as I came again and again.

Slowly, she pulled away, and I looked at her face, glazed over withpussy juices.

"Well, we'll just have to wash that off, now, won't we?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Let's go for a swim," I said. "We have a closed-in back yard, and noone can see us if we skinny dip," I said.

She raised her eyebrows. "Come on," I said, standing, pulling herupright. "Get naked, and let's make a day of it."

Grudge Suck

Grudge Suck

I had lived in a rather large apartment complex for several years,and I noticed one day that the couple that lived directly above mewere having some kind of dispute. I could hear them out on theirbalcony, and it seemed like the girl, Dawn, was getting the worst ofthe argument. Whatever was going on, I could tell it was a heateddebate and that Dawn was very angry. I knew them just a little, butjust by name, having chatted with them once in a while since theymoved in above me about six months ago.

I heard a door slam, and I wondered what the hell was going on. A fewminutes later, there was a knock at my door, and Dawn, my neighborfrom upstairs, stood there in tears.

"He's horrible!" she said.

"Come in," I said.

She brushed past me, and I could smell her perfume on her. It left itshint in the air: something fresh, clean, and well, sexy. She went intothe kitchen and I followed. It kind of struck me as strange that shewould make herself at home so readily. But, I figured, in times ofstress, I guess people have a tendency to forget.

"You got anything to drink?" she asked, turning to me as I entered the kitchen.

I shook my head. "Ho, I don't drink very much," I said, "but I canmake some coffee, or tea, or whatever."

She walked back into the living room and sat on the couch and lookedat me. "Anything you have is fine," she said, her voice quivering,close to tears.

Well, here she was, sitting on my couch, and I had no idea what thehell to say. I didn't want to be rude and ask her what the situationwas all about, and I really couldn't tell her to get the hell out ofmy apartment, either. I felt sorry for her, and sort of protective,like, she had come to me for help and I needed to help her. Burt then,I didn't want to get involved in what was going on between the two ofthem.

"Well," I said, standing there, not really knowing what to say, "isthere something I can do to help you?"

She looked at my face, and her gaze travelled down my chest, to mycrotch. Her eyes lit up and she moved off the couch toward me.

"Yes," she said, and reached out and pressed her hand against my crotch.

Now that was a shock! I hadn't expected anything like this. Quite tothe contrary, I would have expected her to be tearful and full ofanxiety - not at all interested in sex or any man's crotch.

She moved her other hand to my chest, running her fingers down thecenter of it as she smiled at me, her long lashes blinking slowly, hereyes narrowing to slits. As she continued pressing against my growingcock, I felt her other had reach the snaps to my jeans. Feeling mycock jerk and expand in response to her expert attention, I leanedforward slightly as she unsnapped the top button to my pants.

After a few moments of feeling her fingers moving down my snaps, Icould feel her hand move away from my crotch, and then I watched asshe lowered her head. She moved down and was on her knees in from ofme as she reached inside my briefs with both hands. She pulled my hardcock out, along with both my balls. Her eyes widened a little, and Ifelt one hand move to each side of my jeans. She tugged, and my pantswere down around my knees.

My fat cock bobbed straight out, pointing right at her lips. Hertongue flicked out and she licked the underside of the head, bouncingit away from her face. With her tongue, she played badminton with thehead of my cock, bouncing it first one way, then the other.

She was kneading my balls with one hand, and with the other, shereached up and grabbed my cock at the base, wrapping her fingersaround it. Her fingers went under the base of my balls and she pulledforward gently as she went all the way down on my cock. The pressedher chin against my balls, and she tugged forward with her hand,moving her chin back and forth against my balls, pressing them. I hadnever had anyone do anything like that before, and it appeared thatthis young woman knew all kinds of little secret moves, and knew a lotabout how to stimulate a cock.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her curly blonde locks asshe began to move her mouth up and down faster and faster on my cock.I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I came. I tried to pullaway from her, but she reached behind me and grabbed my ass, holdingmy crotch to her face. My knees began to shake and I could feel myballs tighten as I shot a load of hot cum into her mouth. Against andagain, my cock jerked deep at the back of her throat and she madeswallowing motions with her mouth. She swallowed all of it, everydrop, as I continued to shoot my load. Then, after my orgasm wasfinished, she kept my cock in her mouth, her fingers still massagingmy balls as she sucked the residue of cum from my cock Finally, shelet go of my cock and let it slid out of her mouth. She stood andlooked at me, smiling.

"Do you know what a 'grudge fuck' is?" she asked. "Like, you go fucksomeone, just to get back at someone else for doing some thing wrongto you?"

I nodded.

She smiled even more broadly.

"Well," she said, "this was a grudge suck." Then, she turned andheaded for the door. At the door, she turned and looked at me again.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

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Talented UP-Rising

Being a radical at heart, it is sometimes difficult to just have anormal day. I do not work a 9 to 5 job like 90% of the world, insteadmy day is my own. Very much like today, which I thought would benormal. Well, as normal as possible given the fact that I seldom havewhat everyone else would call a "normal" day.

It started as usual with getting up and doing the basics. You knowbrushing the teeth, washing the face, blah blah blah... I was thinkingabout just going to the movies after I finished the work for one of mynumerous clients. A really cool movie was just released and the mostperfect time to see it is when everyone else is at work. I like thefeeling of being the only one in a theatre watching a show.

The theatre was empty as usual and I found a perfect seat dead center.I settled myself into the chair with my popcorn and drink. The moviewas just about to start when 7 men walked into the theatre. They alllooked strange. They had this little wire thing coming out of theirear. It dawned on me that they may be CIA or FBI or some other suchagency.

The movie halted and one of the guys approached me. As per hisinstructions, I begrudgingly extracted my Drivers License and turnedit over to the guy. He looked it over and read the numbers out loud. Iguess he got a confirmation that I was indeed an American and had aright to be in the movie theatre. The men escorted another man intothe theatre, who decided to sit in my row.

I am a weird movie watcher in that I do not like commentary during themovie. Which is the reason I tend to go to movies alone. Inevitably,when I take a friend along, they always seem to be making commentsduring the movie, which I find very distracting. He decided on thechair next to mine and then dismissed the men that were surroundinghim.

Tentatively he said, "Monica?"

I said, "no you must be mistaken. My name is not Monica".

"But you look like Monica!"

At this point, I turned and looked at the man. I stared for a longtime and just couldn't believe it. I have had a crush on the man sincehe held office! And here he was sitting beside me asking if I wasMonica!

I went over to the man, not sure what I was intending to do. Myhormones at this moment were raging and I wanted! I wanted to have hiscum on my shorts and well, elsewhere - if I could help it! I foundmyself kneeling in front of him and unzipping his pants.

The man did not resist. I pulled out of his pants the most delightfulcock I have seen in a long time! It was strong, thick and hard. Iplaced his cock inside my mouth and was delighted that it tastedclean. So many times guys cocks have a funky taste to them. It usuallyis because they have not recently washed. This cock was wonderful andlong. I sucked on it enjoying that it was throbbing and responding tomy touch.

He started running his hands through my hair. I heard him gurgle hisenjoyment. He leaned back thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. Mytongue followed down his shaft and I nestled the tip with my teeth. Iheld him for a long time enjoying the taste of his cock.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me down on the cushionsof the chairs. I love the modern theatres with the removable armrests! It is like having one long cushion or sofa! He quickly removedmy shorts and moist panties as I got myself out of my t-shirt and bra.My breasts dangled free. I love touching my breasts as a manpenetrates deep inside me.

He lowered his mouth to my nipple and started sucking them. As hesucked, I helped him out of his pants and his shirt. He was on top ofme, his cock dangling between my legs. I felt his hard head nestlingbetween my legs. I wanted him like I have never wanted a man before inmy life. I spread my legs farther apart and inserted his cock into mypulsing wet pussy.

He went slowly. He was very patient as he teased me with his tip. Helooked upon my face, and I saw his brief surprise. He finally realizedthat I was not Monica. But his cock was still responding. He plungedit in deep. There was an audible sigh of pleasure that escaped fromboth of us. He fit so tight! He pulled my legs up and found my tightass. How he knew, I will never know (or maybe Monica enjoys it theretoo). But he placed two finger deep up my ass as he penetrated me withhis cock.

I squeezed my tits and continued sucking on his. We road in unison andhe started to make the sounds of an orgasm. I pulled away from him. Iwanted him to cum in my ass. Actually, I wanted to feel his hardnessin my ass. I pulled his head down to mine, and whispered myintentions.

After all, this was not any normal guy I was fucking. Powerful menneed to be apprised of the game plan! He insisted that I remain layingon my back. He said it was easier for him and he could stroke my wethot pussy as his cock tickled my ass. I was in full agreement. Unlikeother guys I had been with, he found the hole immediately and tenderlyinserted his missile into my hot wetness. Tight! It was wonderfullytight and I enjoyed as he inserted his hard thick cock into my tendertight hole.

His fingers strummed the wet hot folds of my pussy. He pumped myass... one, two, three and then bang! I felt him explode. His cum shotthrough me and felt like it would never end. His cock pulsed and hisfingers dug into my pussy. He continued finger fucking me extending myorgasm into multiple. He bent his head and blew on my tender wet lips!

Wow, I never had a guy do that before and it was Wonderful! My bodyresponded my orgasming over and over again! Finally he pulled his cockout of me, and wiped it on my panties. I pulled him close and askedwas that all. He smiled and then laughed. Don't be silly! You are awonderful fuck. I want to try this again, soon.

I placed my hands around his neck and said, "can I have another tastenow?" He nodded his approval. I went down on him again, this timetaking his soft cock into my mouth. I started sucking on him and wasrewarded with a little stream of hot cum. I swallowed his cum greedilyand continued to suck. I wanted more.

His cock started getting hard again. I pulled it out and rubbed itbetween my tits. He pulled at my nipples and sucked on my lips. Hisfingers found my very wet hot pussy and started to play again. He saidthis time he wanted to shoot his load into my pussy. He said he likedthe idea that he was filling all my orifices with his juices. I saidnot all of my orifices were being filled. I took his cock and placedit in my mouth again. First he had to fill my mouth and stomach withhis sweetness and then, he could fill my hot pussy.

He seemed to agree as he road my mouth and my tongue played with hiscock. I enjoyed sucking on him and playing with his tight ass andballs. It was as I was playing with his balls that I was finallyrewarded with hotness shooting down my throat. He tasted so good. Hiscum is sweet with a salty edge. I have never tasted anything evenclose!

His cock stayed hard. He said he wanted to fill my pussy now. I laidback as he requested and spread my legs welcoming him inside. Heplaced his throbbing cock inside me and played with my pussy lips withhis fingers. I could not contain myself and started orgasming. Mypussy walls throbbed pulling his cock deeper inside me. The walls gottight and I knew from the silly smile on his face he was enjoyinghimself immensely. He pumped once more, like cocking a gun and shothis bullets deep inside me. His hotness filled me completely! His cockpulsed and throbbed!

He sighed and a big smile spread over his face. I had pleased a verypowerful man and thoroughly enjoyed his cock. He pumped me one lasttime and a little more cum exploded within me. Ahhhh...

He nestled his head between my breasts and gave them both a gentle wetkiss and then he kissed me. We started to get dressed in silence,knowing that the movie was coming to a close. He took my hand into hisand pulled me up off the chair. He asked if I minded accompanying himto his hotel. How could I possibly mind. I said, "only if you fuck meagain."

Lusting

"Ohhh baby, yeah, yeah, get in deeper... yeah like that... nodeeper... I can feel your hardness swelling deep inside my wetpussy...." She whispered on the phone. She held the phone close to herear, desperately trying not to laugh. "Oh baby, I can feel you... yourhardness... you make me so hot... so wet... I need your cum. I need tofeel your hot wetness spray inside me. Baby fuck me... fuck me hard."She heard the guy groan as he pumped his cock harder and faster in histight fist. She knew from experience what the guy was doing as heram-roded his own organ. He probably started with something slick onhis hand and then grasped and started to pump. She knew he had hiseyes closed imagining her... or what his creative eye thought of her.

Talking dirty was her day job. It helped pay the bills and put herthrough college. It was not something she was proud of, just somethingshe did... something she had to do. She kept reminding herself... itpaid the bills! "Yeah baby... pump me hard! Pump me deeper. I amtouching my large tits and squeezing them. I can feel your hardnessinside me... yeah baby yeah... I like it when you fuck me hard anddeep. Yeah baby... smack those balls against my hot pussy... yeah babyyeah." Sometimes, she felt like one of the "Beach Boys" singing yeahbaby yeah. But thoughts like that started her on the road of gigglingand the last thing these guys wanted to hear was a women's giggle.

Most of the guys who called her were desperate for attention fromwomen. If they only knew... she looked around at the other womenknitting or playing games as they talked dirty on the phone. The guyswere willing to pay $3.95 an hour to listen to a fat woman describeherself as a small blonde with watermelons for tits! She tried to keepher descriptions close to real, so that she would not mess up. Herfirst time was a mess up. She described her tits as being large firmglobes and then during her little spiel accidentally described them assmall. The guy got a little confused and the erotic mystery wasshattered. He stopped yanking on his chain and asked "which do youhave... small or big tits...?" and then he hung up.

Getting a hang up that early was not good. Each girl was supposed toget the guy to hang on at least an 1/2 hour in order to get paid. Ifthe guy dropped off before that, the girl got blackmarked. Too manyblack marks and the girl was let go. Shelly made damn sure that washer only one. The pay was good... too good to screw it up on a simplemistake like that!

She looked down at the clock. Her current caller was going on to hissecond hour! She had been groaning for the last few minutes anddecided to give him a little more. "Baby... turn me over. I want youto take me from the backside... deep inside my dark hole."

"You want some pain?", he inquired.

"Yes, baby... I want to feel some pain... hot erotic pain as you takeyour large cock and bury it deep inside me... Please baby... pleasebaby fuck me in the darkness... shatter my body with your orgasm!"

"Anything for you....", he said.

Shelly could hear it in his voice. He was hard again and ready forsome more. "Do you feel that baby... does it hurt?"

"Oh yes", she replied... "It hurts so good. You are so deep. You areso hard. I love when you fuck me there. I want to feel your cum... Doyou have any left for me?"

"Oh baby, I have more than you can possibly know...."

Shelly started the groaning noise again. Fake orgasms were a joke forthe other ladies and they all started to make their own noises. "Ohyeah, oh yeah, oh yeahhhhh.... baby I am going to cum... yes, yes,make it happen... yes... oh your hardness... deeper yes.... yes...."She knew the guy had just exploded. She had heard his cum hitting thephone. Some guys actually found that romantic. Shelly tried her bestto ignore it. The guy hung up without saying goodbye. Shelly was usedto that. It happened a lot. Usually because the wife or girlfriendcame home! Either way, she had made money. Another week's worth ofrent, bills and groceries paid for and all she had to do was talk.There were a number of girls on campus that were doing much more thantalking to get their wages... Shelly never dreamed of really spreadingher long legs... the very thought of it made her shudder. She justcouldn't do something like that... it would be so much morehumiliating then talking dirty.

She continued playing the game as she started waiting for the nextcall. Shelly was never really concerned about picking up a weirdo. Shehad heard rumors from some of the other women, but she never had anyproblems. The building had plenty of security and was well hidden. Itwas not like they had the words "Phone Sex" over their front door.They had S.T.U. over their door. What it stood for she never knew andreally, she didn't care. All she cared about was getting her daily payfor the few hours she worked. Making $20 an hour wasn't bad. All shehad to do was talk dirty.

Shelly yawned. She got a little tired of waiting for the phone toring. She had played her second game and still the line stayed mute.She decided it was time to call it a day. She had made enough that dayto cover her for the week. She unplugged herself and collected herthings. She went up front and got cashed out, placing the roll ofbills into her purse. She waved goodbye and left the building.

As she walked to her car her cell phone rang. It was one of hergirlfriends wanting to know if she wanted to go to a party. Shellynever passed up the chance to party. Besides that, she was alwayshorny when getting off of work. A party enabled her to meet someonenew and usually meant fresh sex. A tumble in the hay without anystrings. The last thing Shelly wanted were strings. She was studyingto be a Doctor... and her classes were grueling enough without addingto her misery. Plus having a guy in her life would divert her focusand she needed to stay focused... focused on her dream... because onlythen would she achieve all that she desired.

Her girlfriends knew what she did, but she seldom told her boyfriends.She didn't think it would be something they would understand.

Her girlfriends met her at the party. They had decided to wearsomething short and sexy! The sexier they dressed almost guaranteedhaving sex! Shelly spotted a guy immediately as her and her friendswalked through the door. He was just what she liked... tall, blondeand sleek - like a racing car. She liked guys that were built to havehard fast sex. She didn't like guys with bellies (though she sometimeshad to incorporate bellies inside her dirty talking). The very idea offucking a guy and having a large belly rub against her was revolting.A major turn-off. She walked across the room and caught his eye. Hewalked up to her and she leaned over exposing the swell of herbreasts. Shelly knew he was interested. She was not in the mood forsmall talk. She just wanted to have something hard between her legs...the faster the better. She took his hand and moved it up her leg. Shefelt his surprise when he realized she was not wearing anythingunderneath. He looked at her and she smiled.

She saw the bulge in his pants. He didn't have to say anything... shewas more than ready. She took his hand and led him out of the room.She found a vacant room upstairs with a bed. She locked the door andthen started unzipping his pants. She pulled out more than a handfulof hardness. She knelt in front of him and took his hardness insideher mouth. She started sucking him. She held his hardness deep insideher throat as her tongue licked his balls. She pumped his cock in andout feeling him stiffen with pleasure. She rose and finishedundressing him. She pulled up her mini skirt and straddled his cock.She started pumping him hard and deep. "Do you like that... I loveyour hard cock...ooh I love how hard you are...", she whispered. Theguy had a strange look on his face. He looked a bit shocked. Shellyenjoyed shocking them... after all, she was a professional dirtytalker!

He shifted positions and laid her down on the bed. He pulled out hishard cock and started stroking it in front of her face. She eagerlytried to lick the tip with her tongue. "I love when your hot tonguetouches my hard cock. I want to spray my hot juices all over you....",he said. Shelly stiffened. His voice... she knew his voice.

She couldn't believe it... it couldn't be true. She placed both herhands over his hardness and nestled it back inside her wet pussy."Pump me hard baby... yeah baby... hard and deep!"

"Yeah baby... let me kiss your cock... please let me suck on it for amoment more before you cum..." He pulled his hard cock from her wethot pussy.

He placed his cock inside her mouth once more. She sucked on it hardlooking deeply in his eyes. She knew that this was the last guy shehad spoken to. It was his voice... sexy and deep. She couldn't believethat he was as hot as he had described. She was so very horny. Themore she thought about their conversation, her pussy throbbed withdesire. He pulled his cock from her mouth and said "turn over... Iwant to cause you some pain!"

She held the bed spread in between her teeth not wanting to expressthe initial pain. She knew from previous experience, first came painso hot and searing that it felt as if it was tearing her apart. Andthen... through the pain came the most enjoyable pleasure. Her bodystarted to pulse as the pleasure grew, spreading through her body. Shestarted moving her body to meet each one of her thrusts.... deeper anddeeper his cocked moved inside her. They both held on as their bodiesorgasmed together!

"So... ", he said "you are as beautiful as you said you were!"

"Yeah... I have gotten in trouble before when I lie... so it is justso much easier to describe the real thing. Umm... can I ask yousomething? Why do you call? You can have any girl you want."

"Because... I can", he replied. "Sometimes, I just need to have a girltalk dirty to me..."

"Well, I will talk dirty to you anytime...." Shelly started explainingthat after work she was so horny and needed to fuck someone...

Daren agreed that he would be more than happy to provide her with thatservice, as long as she talked dirty to him.

"Talking dirty is not a problem... I am a professional!", she replied.

A Purrfect Encounter

It was a beautiful day for the barbeque. It couldn't have been better.The sun was out and warm. The air was clear and fresh. And every sooften, without much notice, there was a gentle breeze. It was coolenough to take the edge of the heat, but not too cool. Just perfect."Just perfect," Jessica thought to herself again. She couldn't haveplanned it any better. She was so ready for a day of relaxation withfriends and family. They had been planning this day for months. Eachholding secret concerns that something would go wrong. The weather maybe bad or the day just wouldn't be... perfect.

Jessica piled all the goodies into her car. She had been baking fordays! That was her assignment - cookies, cakes and other yummyhomemade goods. She was pretty good at baking. It was one of the fewthings she felt she was good at. She hadn't seen some family membersfor years. She knew her sister had a new husband. Actually, it was hersixth new husband. Her sister just couldn't hold on to a relationship.Unlike Jessica's bad luck, her sister divorced hers. Jessica lost herfirst husband in a boating accident. And her second husband perishedin a skiing accident. After her second husband's death, she simplygave up. She enjoyed a wonderful single life filled with friends,family and even a few boyfriends. Speaking of which, she had to be atHoward's house in less than 10 minutes. She shook herself out of herpersonal fog and climbed into the full car.

She arrived at Howard's a few minutes late. Howard was outsidestewing. He was not a person that should be kept waiting. "You'relate, you know."

"Yes, Howard... I know. I am sorry. It was traffic. A lot of peopleare getting out to enjoy the day."

"Excuses, Jessica will not improve the situation. A promise that itwill never happen again will work!"

"But Howard, how am I going to promise you it will never happenagain... I don't have crystal ball you know..."

It was an old argument that they had countless times before. Howardfirmly believed it you promised not to do something again, youwouldn't. But Jessica knew better. Especially with something liketraffic. She could no more control the traffic than she could anythingelse in her life. But Howard had other wonderful things about him, soshe didn't allow this little issue... well more than little... butthis issue bring down the whole relationship. Besides... she was notplanning on marrying him!

They arrived just as others drove into the parking area. Everyonehurried from the cars and exchanged hugs of delight. They carried thebaskets of food to a designated reserved spot. The guys were incharged of the barbequing and the women... well they were in charge ofcatching up. Jessica felt a little uncomfortable when she met hersister's sixth husband. He looked exactly like Jessica's first loveand her first husband. He even spoke like him. She simply couldn'ttake her eyes off him. She pulled her sister down next to herwanting... demanding an explanation. Marsha didn't take offense withJessica's angry voice. She was actually expecting this reaction fromher little sister. She knew just how much her little sister loved herfirst husband. She also didn't have the heart to tell her she would besoon moving onto her 7th. Gary had lost his appeal, like all her othermen. She just wasn't interested any more in him or what he had tooffer. Sex especially was just too mushy. She enjoyed jungle gym sex,not soft gooey lovey dovey stuff. She looked at her sister and knew aperfect solution. It would be like a gift.

She called over Gary and introduced her baby sister. Jessica gapped athim and was unable to speak. Marsha took it upon herself to explainthe situation, including that she wanted a divorce. Gary didn't seemsurprised with the request for a divorce. He was actually expecting itand a little delightful. Jessica was shocked that her sister just socoolly explained the situation and then dropped a bombshell. Marshawas sometime cold and ruthless. She didn't seem to care who she hurtor what she did. She just said what was on her mind and let the chipslie.

The barbeque was still perfect. Marsha spent countless hours withHoward, enjoying his company immensely and Jessica sat with Gary. In away they decided to trade partners. It was nothing new. The sistershad changed clothing, boyfriends, and shoes just as quickly. They wereopposites that got along very well.

Marsha took Howard home and Gary escorted Jessica. Jessica and Garydecided they needed more time together. Jessica gave the instructionsto the local beach. They walked in the waves sharing their life.Jessica's hand had slipped into Gary's. They walked hand in hand,enjoying the peacefulness of their new friendship. How it happened,Jessica can not remember. One moment they were waking and justtalking, and the next they were lying on the sand pulling off eachother's clothing. They smelled the muskiness of lust on each other'sskin. Each having a need that needed to be filled. Jessica needed tofill the longing of her lost love. Gary needed to feel needed andwanted. Marsha hadn't let him touch her for a while. That is how heknew. She told him early in their relationship that when she wasfinished with someone, the first thing to stop was the sex. When theyfirst met, they had sex multiple times a day. Then it slimmed down toonce a day. Now it had been months. He was tired of having encounterswith his hand. His hand was nothing like having this gorgeous womenunder him, feeling her need... her hands caress his flesh. Feeling thewarmth between her legs. The softness of her chest. Caressing her skinwith his hands and exploring her body with his tongue, and his lips.There was just nothing to compare with it. He was in paradise... witha beautiful women that was NOT his wife.

He just couldn't wait until his divorce was final. Marsha had talkedabout Jessica. He knew she was the perfect sister for him... and hehoped she felt the same way.

Feeling this man on top of her, was strange and exciting. He didn'tfeel like her first husband. He moved smoothly and had excellenttiming! He was at peace with himself and relaxed. He was not ashamedof his nakedness. He knew how to please a woman, while achieving anorgasm for himself. What she couldn't get her mind around was how muchhe looked like her first love. It was as if he had been re-incarnatedinto a perfect specimen of a man... this man... Gary. She repeated hisname a few more times as the waves coursed over her body... Gary!Glory to be Gary... she started reciting poetry in his ear as her bodystirred with new desires.

He pulled away from her sweaty body and suggested a cooling dip.Besides he whispered... we will have to try it in the waves... and inthe bedroom... and in a foreign country... and in a public place...and in...

And they did. When the divorce was final, Jessica broke her oath andgot married for her third and last time. This time... this one... shewould keep forever... simply purrfect in every way!

A Joyous Communion

She hurried from the store, her bag of groceries nestled against herchest as she ran to her car trying her best to miss the rain drops.She was not doing very well... her hair was damp and she felt her wetshirt clinging to her back. The car seemed so far away. She beratedherself that she asked for her groceries to be bagged in paper versusplastic. It was an old habit... she was thinking of the environment,instead of common sense. She felt the paper melting under her hands asshe continued her fast progression to her car. She could feel thepackage of eggs pushing itself out of the bottom of the paper bag. Asshe reached her car, they dropped, splashing all over her and her car.She cried out in frustration... an animal cry of desperation escapedher lips. She raised her voice to the heavens speaking out heranger... her frustration...

He reached out and covered her wet shivering head with his dome ofsafety. His hands grasped the sagging bag, preventing any more of theprecious occupants from slipping away. He drew her close to him andtried to calm her... She looked up at him beseechingly... and a littleconfused. Had it stopped raining? She looked up and saw theblackness... but it was not sky. It was the blackness of thewaterproof fabric that was part of the dome. She put the key in herlock and opened her door. He placed the wet sack of groceries into herfront seat. She just didn't know what to say... she was quite thankfuland she knew that she would not have been able to achieve that miracleby herself.

She asked if he would be interested in having dinner with her. Nothingfancy... a few eggs... She shook her head realizing her blunder... sheno longer had eggs. Their sticky substance was all over her car andher wet slacks. He accepted anyways, and told he would follow herhome. His protective black dome followed her to the other side of thecar, ensuring that the rain did no further damage.

They reached her place actually quite quickly. He helped her to herdoor, carrying both sacks of groceries which included the one he hadjust purchased. All she wanted to do was take a hot shower... Hesmiled not minding... urging her to take her time.

She heard promising kitchen noises as she climbed into the showerstall. She emerged feeling more like a person... the frustrated animalin her receding back into the depths of its cave. She nestled hernaked warm body into a thick terry robe and walked to the wonderfulsmells emerging from her kitchen. He had found one of her aprons andhad tied it around his waist. He was expertly flipping a fluffy omeletthat would feed 4! He placed the finished masterpiece on a paper plateand handed her a fork. She just didn't know what to say... A knight...in shining armor. That's what she was thinking... instead of a gallantsteed he had a black dome umbrella that saved drowning women fromtheir miserable lives and the rain!

How it happened neither of them could say... one moment they wereabout to dig into a delicious omelet and the next they were on thefloor madly groping each other. He pulled away the robe, exposingbeautiful globes of tender soft flesh. He cupped each breast, bringinghis mouth to her taut nipple. He sucked and licked the rosy flesh. Hepulled the nipple with his teeth and lips, turning it into a tightlittle cone of desire. He stroked her chin and moved his hands downher slender form. He nestled his hands between her legs, urging themto open, exposing delicate layers of wetness that throbbed with a lifeof their own. The smell was so heady, filled with animal desires andthe aroma of sex. Two bodies entwined with each other... fittingperfectly and riding the storm in unison.

Her lips called for his tongue. He moved his mouth down her form, hishands lingering at her breasts not wanting to leave them behind. Hespread her legs wide, allowing his head to fit between... deep intoher nestled valley... holding so much promise of life. His tongueextended from its domain and entered into hers. It slid down hervalley... nestling itself in her creek. The water's flowed as theystarted to bubble with desire. The temperature grew as if a volcano ofpleasure was about to erupt. His tongue made a beeline for her hive.He sucked her nectar filling his mouth with sweetness. Her aroma madehim heady as he breathed in deeply expanding his lungs around thescent of erotic pleasure.

She groaned with desire... she needed to be filled. His tongue feltwonderful in her wondrous world, but she wanted more. She grasped ahandful of his thick hair, pulling his mouth to hers. She turned himover and forced him to lie down of the floor. She slid down his lengthtargeting her favorite toy. She pulled his hardness deep into her wetmouth and started sucking his hardness. He was already rock hard anddidn't need any further encouragement. But she wanted to suck on hishardness anyways. She like the feeling of his strength pounding insideher mouth. Feeling the pulses against her tongue. Wanting topre-sample his juices, like he did her own. He allowed a few drops ofhis miraculous serum of life to explode on her tongue. He reached downand pulled her away from his steed. She rose her head, bringing it tohis. Her legs spread wide, welcoming his steed deep inside her stable.She held it deep inside savoring its hardness... its power. Then hestarted to thrust... wanting in and then out. It was if his steedcouldn't handle the heat and needed to take short breaks of fresh air.The air both cooled and tempered, like steel being molded and formed.The lengths of the breaks grew as the thrusts deepened... becominglonger. The moment was rising... from thin air... a shimmering offeeling forming, moving, expanding. From its depths of nothing rosesomething. A feeling that flowed and expanded with life and enjoyment.A feeling that bound two strangers to a single string of enjoyment...a string that dangled in front of them causing them to attack it likea kitten's first toy. That string wove its magic around the two nakedforms, binding them together... Their bodies melting and forming...becoming and filling with pleasure.

It was warm wetness that exploded. His in her and hers exploding downher legs and mingling with his. The sweet aroma of success mingledwith the scent of erotic passion. Their bodies rose for a moment...the string pulled at them anchoring them high and trying to shakefree... Their tormented souls shook as pleasure continued to ride....She screamed the beast coming out yet again... this time in pleasure.Voicing her animal cry he joined her sweet song... two voices runninginto one.... ending in the song of love... the song of promise... thesong of mutual enjoyment.

The omelet was cold by the time they dug in. Neither one of themcared. They couldn't wait to take a deep breath and continue down theroad of mutual communion...

I return from my memories, in a drab office, searching for the sourceof that irritating voice.

"You there? You have a call... Computer's down. Since you have sometime on your hands, you're up. And get this; you don't finish this jobin two hours, don't bother coming back! Now GET OUT THERE!!"

I already know who called for "help", and I can't wait to get there.It's my "favorite client"; Tina!! I remember the first time I went to"fix" her problem... And I got much more than my fee...

Life wasn't easy for me back then. As a recent college grad, I landeda job with a top computer manufacturing firm... Unfortunately, it wason the bottom of the ladder; the firm started me on "computermaintenance and repair", a job I began to hate. People calling me allof the time, asking questions about problems which were outlined inthe "Operating Manual - Troubleshooting" section!! What morons! Or soI thought...

Let me give you some background. In my early twenties, I had asurprisingly small number of dates... In college, girls always thoughtof me as that "good friend" they'd talk to about anything (includingtheir sex lives) but never date. Maybe it was due to my demandingschedule, or my nonchalant attitude... Anyway, my sex life was sparse.I thought nothing of it and continued with my education, completing myB.S. in Computer Engineering and was immediately snapped up.

Sometimes, my job leads me to travel. Not internationally, locally; Ihave to go to the customer's residences and solve problems that justcould not be solved over the phone. There weren't many of those, butit was a welcome change when they occured; a small office with a phonefor decoration is monotonous.

One beautiful fall day, I was called upon to go to the house of acustomer named Bruce to repair his ailing system. Seemed the harddrive crashed due to a virus, and he didn't know how to fix it. Istarted upon my journey, ignorant of the events which were to come...

After some time, I finally arrived at my destination. I ambled up tothe door and knocked... No answer. I knocked again and checked theaddress; yes, it's the right one!! I continued to wait outside, in thebalmy sun...

I must have looked at her for a long time; I couldn't help it!Standing before me was one of the most alluring women I have everseen!! She was diminuitive; a couple or three inches above 5 feet. Hershapely, svelte form was complimented by tight blue bike shorts and adark blue leotard. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail; herhead crowned by a dark blue sweatband, soaked through.

She turned and walked back into the house. I followed, admiring theshape of her ass and the way it moved as she walked. I was "coming toattention", and I hoped she didn't see my cock through my jeans. Shefinally led me to a small room, in which stood a desk and filecabinets. A PC was upon the desk. I moved toward it.

"So what is the problem, exactly? The info I have says a 'crashed harddrive due to virus'. How did you get this virus, exactly," I said,unpacking my maintenance tools. I began to open the back of theconsole.

"Well, I don't know, exactly. We believe that it came from a corruptedfile; I wasn't exactly there when the crash occured," she explained,leaning against the doorjamb. I quickly glanced at her; I could tellshe wasn't wearing a bra!! Her nipples protruded through the leotard!My cock was stiff as a board.

I continued my task, with much effort not to look her way again.

"So did you make the call?"

"No. My husband did, from work. He wanted the computer to be up andrunning by the time he got home... He does a lot of his work on it.So, what are you going to do?" she inquired, approaching from behind.I could feel her hot breath on my neck as I worked.

"It's pretty simple..." I explained what I was doing to the system asI did it. She listened attentively, observed my actions, and askedquestions. For about 40 minutes we continued, her asking and meanswering while working. At times I caught her looking at my ass as Ibent over, or at my back. Finally, I was finished. I closed up theback of the main console and packed away my tools.

"Well, there you go. Can I use your phone? I have to call my supe."

"Sure. It's this way," she said, turning and walking out of the room.Again I followed, and again I looked at her backside. During thatwhole time, my cock hadn't lost any of its hardness. Right before wemoved into the kitchen, she turned her head and glanced at me; I wascaught!! I quickly averted my gaze to a picture on the wall...

We entered the kitchen; small, but efficient and clean. I was quicklyled to a phone on the kitchen counter. I dialled the number and turnedaround to look at her... She smiled at me, the corners of her mouthupturned. Oh, what I'd do to kiss her lips...

The line was busy. I tried again, and again it was busy. I put downthe receiver, thinking of the long, boring trip ahead...

"Well, I gotta go back. Duty calls," I said, moving toward the door.

"Wait," she said. "It's twelve noon... Do you have time for a littlelunch? To repay you for what you've done?"

"Well... O.K., sure." I wasn't going to pass up a free lunch with abeautiful woman!!

She smiled at me again, and turned to take foodstuffs out of therefrigerator. I stood and watched her for a while (what a sight!!),then began to help her out. She was as friendly as she wasinquisitive, and soon we were chatting and laughing like old friends.Lunch was fantastic! We then retired to the living room. It was herethat she was doing her workout; various pieces of exercise equipmentwere stashed in the far corner, and lying in the middle of the floor.She sat opposite me, on a plush sofa; I on a reclining chair. Wetalked some more, mainly about social lives and other such things. Ianswered each question truthfully, even when we strayed into sex andsex lives...

"You didn't date much in college? What about now?" she inquired.

"Like in college, I don't have a lot of time. I try to keep a lifeoutside work, but it's hard, you know? Especially if you're juststarting your job. Besides, who would date a man like me? All work andno play, you know," I explained, a little sadly.

She looked at me, her face a mask. Her eyes had a twinkle in them Ididn't see before, though. "You don't believe that, do you? I thinkyou look very handsome. And it's cute the way you keep glancing atme!"

"Well.... Er, uh..... Um..." I sputtered, unable to talk. My dick wasstraining like hell through my trousers. It was impossible tooverlook; I had no way to hide. Not anymore!!

"Do you like it?", she whispered thickly, while at the same timeapproaching me on the chair.

"Um... Like what?"

"My ass!! Do you like it?"

"Yes," I said. Her face was very close to mine; her lips barelytouched mine when she spoke.

She moved forward. Her lips touched mine in a chaste kiss; then herbody melted into mine, and the kiss grew urgent. I returned herpassion; grabbing her and pulling her onto my cock. Our lips melded;her tongue snaked into my mouth. We sat there and kissed a very longtime; I could feel the heat of her body through the leotard!! Her facebecame flushed, her breathing quick.

After a while, she got up off of me and took my hand. We walked intoher bedroom. She turned to me and began to take off her leotard.Slowly.

I was right about her breasts... They were magnificent!! I held mybreath as those beauties were bared... My eyes became locked on them.Those voluptuous marvels were pear-shaped, opaline and capped withknobby dark-pink nipples, which were stiff and long with excitement. Icould hear my breathing quickening; if her tits were this good, howcould I control myself with the REST of her?

"Do you like?" she asked me in a ragged whisper. All I could do wasnod acknowledgement; I could not speak! I reached toward her, grabbedher full, feminie hips and brought her to me again, my lips seekinghers... Then a thought hit me, and I pulled away. What about herhusband? If he caught me with her in a situation like this, he'd blowhis top (and blow my head off!!). I asked her that same question.

"Don't worry," she told me. "He's not going to be home before sixanyway, and he understands. We have a, shall we say 'special'relationship." As she explained, her leotard continued its downwardtravel, across that marvelous stomach, down her wide, firm hips,gliding quickly to her feet and the floor... I reached to her againfor a kiss, but she stopped me.

"Are you going to follow me? I don't think we can have any fun withyou clothed like that!" Her eyes showed a smile that was reflected inher full, luscious mouth. I began to take off my shirt, but her handsinterrupted me and took over, gliding sensously across my chest andunbuttoning. As she continued, I reached to her tits and flicked hernipples with my thumb, gently...

"Mmmm... That feels so good," she breathed, pressing against me, hermound against my dick. She finished unbuttoning the shirt and threw itoff me to the floor. In that same instant, she began to unbutton mypants, hands rubbing my cock almost accidentally. The contact turnedme on even more, and I pulled and tugged at her nipples. Our breathingbecame ragged and sporadic; she started to hump against my leg! Icouldn't stand it; I had to have her now and damn the husband!

"You're really making me hot," I whispered in her ear, my hands stillpulling at her nips. "If we don't slow down, I'll cum in my shorts!"

"Your motor's too hot... We'll take our time, honey," she said,pulling my shorts to the floor. I don't even remember her taking mypants off!! She grasped my cock and pumped it slowly.

I kissed her again... She took my hand and brought me to the bed,laying down and spreading herself languidly over it. I knew that if Itouched myself right then, I'd cum all over the place; I was thathorny!! I got upon the bed and laid beside her, kissing her again. Icouldn't get enough of her kisses! My hands had long before lost theirgrip on her pebble-hard nipples; I began to journey downward, lightlyfeathering her alabaster skin with passionate caresses.. I finallyreached her beautiful breasts; I latched onto a nipple, sucking as ifI were a babe again. She grabbed my head and moaned, softly... As Isucked, my hands continued their roaming across her body, squeezingher hips, gliding across her washboard stomach, finally coming to hermound of Venus. I poked and prodded, searching for her opening; thenmy finger entered her, my thumb massaging her hard, throbbing clit...My other hand moving back to her ass and squeezing. She shuddered,then she groaned, a low, husky sound out of the back of her throat...

"Ooooh, Honey...," she said, breathily. Her hands pulled my head evenharder to her tit. I continued my ministrations on her now-soppingtwat; she began to spasm, small animal-like sounds escaping her mouth.I switched nipples and sucked harder; another finger joined itsbrother in thrusting into her charged crevice. I rubbed her clitoriswith vigor, now; her juices lubricated my pistoning fingers and thumb.She began to thrust her hips upward; her cunt grasped at my poundingfingers convulsingly, squeezing them strongly. I sped up my diddlingrubbing her clit ever faster in a circular motion. She stiffened; hernipples got even harder, and she began to orgasm...

"Oooh... OOooh, Adam, I'm... Honey, I'm going to come!... I'm coming!!I'm coommiinngg!!" she screamed, her hips pistoning upward. Her cuntgrabbed at my fingers, pulsing rhythmically around them. I bit hernipple lightly, and she screamed again; fluid poured out of her cunt,to wet my hand and the sheets under her. It seemed to expand herorgasm; she moaned and screamed, shuddering, her cunt pulsing in thecontractions of orgasm. After a long time, she began to calm down. Herbody was covered with a light sheen of sweat (as was mine!); shepulled me up to her for a kiss. Her eyes showed bright with passionand unbridled lust.

"That was heavenly," she breathed. "You know what I like to do after aperformance like that?"

"What?"

"This," she said, turning me on my back. She straddled me; I couldfeel her luscious, hot cunt on my chest. She leaned over me and kissedme again; then, in imitation, she slithered down my body, kissing mychest, sucking on my nipples and abdomen... I got even harder; mymember pulsing. She finally came to rest at my now granite-hardpillar; she grasped me with one hand and began to stroke my cock,cooing about its hardness. I closed my eyes and revelled in thefeeling of her master touch. I began to moan; her hand had began topump faster, harder, with more fervor.

"Ooh... Mmm, Tina..." I thrust my hips upward in an effort to get moreof my steel pole into her velvet-soft, cock-exciting hand... All of asudden, a wetness engulfed my cock... A warm, soft, yielding wetness,accompanied by the sounds of sucking and slurping! I moaned, loudly; Ilooked down my body, to see Tina sucking on my cock, hand gliding upand down in rhythm to her head-pumping. I sat up, and put my hands inher hair, tousling it, grabbing her head and pumping into her mouth.

The feelings were becoming too great; I could feel my cum rising, andI pumped harder. She moaned continuously; the vibrations from her hotsucking mouth put me over the edge! I pumped once more into her mouth;powerfully; my cock swelled, and I exploded! Cum spurted out of me;she pulled on her dick with her hot mouth, sucking the essence out ofme... I moaned and spurted again; she swallowed all but a trickle,streaming down her full, red lips...

I pulled out of her mouth, and she pressed up against me. Herrock-hard nipples boring into my chest. I kissed her again, andexperienced the taste of my own cum for the first time, mingled withher love-juices. My cock stirred to life again, pressing into herstomach. We lay side by side like that for a while, exploring eachother's bodies, reaching, finding new frontiers. My cock strainedagainst her abdomen, leaking precum. I reached down and fondled hervaginal lips, lightly pinching them, tickling her clit. She gasped,and stiffened again; then she looked at me, shivering...

"I want you in me now!" she breathed, huskily. "Fuck me; fill me withyour cock! Cum in me!" I quickly got between her legs... She spreadthem beautifully for me, her cunt wet, hot and inviting, tits heavingwith her labored breathing, skin flushed pink with passion. I staredfor a while, drinking in the headiness of the experience, and hersexual beauty. I then moved to her; she grabbed my cock and pressed itagainst her clit, rubbing and groaning. She then put the head of mydick into her cuntal opening...

I thrust toward her; her cunt took me in one smooth motion, sucking atmy cock as her lips did just minutes earlier. We both moaned at theinitial thrust; I began a slow, steady rhythm, trying to draw out thisexcruciating feeling, but she thrust up at me, hard, and grabbed myhips, drawing me ever more into her hot, wet depths. I thrust again,and she shuddered, her back arching off the bed, tits jiggling liketwo scoops of jello, eyes closed, breath haggard. I sped up the paceof my thrusts... "Oh... Oh... Mmmm, Adam, fuck me!" she screamed. Herexhortations drove me onward, pounding harder and longer... Her cuntbegan to spasm, and she moaned. "Ohhh, this is sooo good! Hungh...Mmm... Yeah! More... Harder... Go, ungh, faster...! OHhh Adam more...!Fuck me! Yesss...!" Her heels locked behind my back; she pulled metoward her with every thrust of her powerful hips.

I reached toward her tits and pulled on one nipple roughly. A smallscream escaped her lips. and she thrust harder, faster. I did thesame; her twat spasmed ferociously, grabbing my cock as if it were ahand; she scrreamed, "I'm cooommingg!! Oooohuuungh...! Keep fuckingggmeeee!" I pounded into her drenched twat, my hand pulling and twistingher long, hard, hot nipple....

I began to tire, and I hadn't cum yet... I slowed down, then stoppedand pulled out. "Turn around," I said. She quickly flipped onto herstomach and raised herself on hands and knees, sticking her beautiful,full ass high off the bed. I moved to mount her again; before I did, Ididdled her lips, rubbing them, ticking them with gossamer touches..She moaned again and pressed back at me, her pussy grabbing at myfingers. I pulled them away and thrust into her again, quick andrough. She moaned and pressed back against me. I grabbed a handful ofher ass and thrust back. I was entranced by the ripples of fleshraised by our hard fucking; they travelled down her ass andwell-formed thighs. Our bodies smacked against each other; her pussywas making small squelching noises as I thrust into her...

"Cum in me!! I want to feel your cum rush in me...! OOhhh, honey! Cumin meeee!" I couldn't hold back; my cock became larger. I hammeredinto her, groaned and let go! My cock jumped, then jet after jet ofcum adorned the walls of her pussy, filling her to overflowing. Shecame again also, her twat squeezing my pistoning, spurting dick. Shecame for a long time; I kept pistoning into her, though my dick wasslowly losing its hardness.

We slowed down and finally stopped; I pulled out of her with a slurp.She turned, slid down my body and took my cock into her mouth, lickingit clean of our mingled juices. I turned and did the same to her twat,licking and swallowing... We then laid side by side, facing eachother.

"That was great, lover! Are you glad you didn't go back?"

"Yes, it was! And yes, I am. You are one hot woman, Tina! Can I see you again?"

"Anytime," I said, leaning to her for another kiss. She returned itwith a heady passion. my cock began to stir again...

So here I am, in my car en route, thinking what problem she wants meto "fix" for her now! Maybe I'll have to repair her "rear" port, or"disk slot"! Whatever it is, I know my reward will be as good asmoney!

Sex Stories

I should have sent this to you. I know I should have. I wanted toinclude at least the idea of a sex story, at least a sketch, a scene,something. Maybe you would have put me on the right track. Instead,all weekend I thought about sex stories. About the kind of sex storywhich might please Laura. I wrote a few lines--an attempt to describeLaura, but they didn't look right. My poor words weren't what she was.How do you say about someone's lips that they're soft and firm and hotand icy and that just the idea of them touching... touching each othermakes you tremble? And when you add the air of her kiss, the breathwhich comes out of her, well, my imagination failed me. I thoughtabout Laura putting on her lipstick. What would it feel like, thatslim stick of slick colored grease sliding over the skin of her lips?Is it anything like a kiss? When you're wearing lipstick does it feellike you're walking into a warm wind? I wondered if next Monday at thecoffee-house I'd be brave enough to ask Laura more about lipstick.Lipstick and kissing. Then I figured maybe I'd better not, or she'dget the idea that I was hung-up on lipstick. Sex and lipstick. Still,it'd be nice to watch her putting it on. And for awhile I tried toimagine the specifics of Laura touching the lipstick to her lips whilegetting ready for her date. Those thoughts made me nervous. Well, sureshe goes out on dates. She'd hardly be one to stay at home all weekendstudying chemistry and reading philosophy and thinking about girls, Imean boys. I stopped. It's a funny thing about imagination - itdoesn't go into reverse very well. I found I couldn't make Laura ridherself of the lipstick: scrub it, or blot it, or rub it, or whateverone does to get it off. Ah, well... one thing for sure, Laura's datewasn't with me.

While my roommate was at the football game with his girlfriend, Irisked logging on to the Internet. I read a few sex stories, hoping toget some ideas. I didn't really get any ideas. I got hard a few times,but that wasn't what I was looking for.

Monday morning I walked into the philosophy lecture room once againvowing to sit next to Laura. Perhaps, side by side in those smallamphitheater-style seats our legs would touch. And afterwards as wewalked to the coffee-house, she'd let me take her hand. Her fingerswould touch mine. We'd hold hands. Our arms would swing easily,happily. At the coffee-house we'd order our cocoa, and I'd tell her -I'd tell her that I didn't really write sex stories. And she'd smilehappily and say "I knew that!" and then she'd lean over and give meanother kiss. Maybe a little kiss followed by a longer one. I wasresolved.

She wasn't there.

I felt peculiar. Almost sick. Empty. How could this be? I was worried.Was she ok? Was she ill? Had something horrible happened? I scannedevery face in the lecture room. I thought of a million things. Whatwas wrong? Where was she? Why? Did it have something to do with me?With what happened last Friday?

A minute before the hour was to begin, certain she wasn't going toshow up, on some strange impulse I got up and scooted down the aisleand sat in Laura's seat. A couple of kids probably thought I wasqueer, but I didn't care.

I had a hard time concentrating on the lecture, though. I keptthinking maybe Laura would walk in late. She'd be so happy to see me,she would slip into the empty seat by my side and put her hand on topof mine, just for a moment, and the world would be wonderful. Afterabout ten minutes, when this hadn't happened yet, I thought maybeshe'd taken my seat way in the back. Maybe she didn't want to disturbthe lecture. I didn't dare turn around to look for fear I'd break thespell. The hell with rational thought, I said to myself: intuition ismore vital. Then I promised God that if only Laura were there Iwouldn't masturbate for a week. That should clinch it!

As I stood up after class and casually turned around, I knew she'd bethere, smiling at me, a bright wide grin, so teasingly happy, soobviously pleased. "You silly boy," her smile would say, "Did sittingin my seat let you feel what it's like to be me? Feel the essence ofmy inner being, my secret thoughts, my fears and hopes, my history andhabits et cetera? You silly boy." I knew she'd be there; I knew it inmy bones and in my heart. But of course both my bones and my heartwere wrong.

I hurried to the coffee-house. For another giddy moment I convincedmyself I'd find her sitting at our usual table, waiting for me, thatbig silly smile on her face, and I felt weak and wonderful at theprospect. "Did you miss me?" she'd ask. And I'd grin at her, and takeher hand, and she'd stand up, she'd just sort of float into my arms,into a sweet hard hug, and then we'd kiss, and her lips would behotter than hot cocoa. We'd melt against one another, and her tonguewould taste of warm chocolate, and lightly lightly we'd feel the wantof each other. We'd... Well, why go on--she wasn't there. I didn'treally think she would be. That would have been a miracle. Orsomething.

I ordered a cup of hot chocolate anyway. The waitress had forgottenthe lump of cream. I put my finger in the cup. It felt familiar and atthe same time unlike anything in my experience. I sat there. Allthrough chemistry class I sat in the coffee-house letting the cocoa gocold.

In the afternoon I decided I'd better find out. There was no way Icould wait until Wednesday, our next class. Not that I thought Laurawas in danger... but still.... I started going through the Universityphone book circling all the Laura's. It might have taken forever, butI remembered that our University phone directory is on-line. I foundeleven Laura's, seven of them undergrads, and I was pretty sure, don'task me why, that Laura Eden was the one. I was prepared to call themall, really I was. After dinner.

You probably think I didn't call.

It was about the bravest thing I've ever done. "I'll recognize hervoice," I told myself. I can always hang up. I'll just say. I'lljust....

A guy answered.

"Um, is Laura there?" I said, trying not to squeak.

"Just a sec," he said.

I heard the phone clunk against some furniture. Then he came back on."Who's calling?" he said.

"Adam Renner," I said, swallowing.

"Adam Renner!" I heard him echo. His voice made me feel small andhollow. Like a little bird.

I waited. My heart hammered.

"Hello?" someone said. It was her.

"It's uh, Adam, from your philosophy class?"

She didn't say anything.

"I was wondering why you were, um, that is, when you weren't in classthis morning, I thought..." This wasn't going well. "I just wonderedif you were ok," I said.

"Yeah, pretty ok."

"You sound a little sad."

"Do I? No, I'm not."

"That's good," I said.

I waited, hoping she would say something. She didn't.

"Will you be... I mean, would you like my class notes. From today? Icould type them up and e-mail them to you or something."

"Type them up?" she said.

"Should I do that?" I said.

"You would do that?"

"Sure."

"You are so sweet," she said. "Why don't you just come over."

"Come over?"

"Come over."

I set right off, philosophy notebook tight in my hand. Laura livedmore than a mile beyond the other side of campus. I walked fast.Sometimes I trotted. Sometimes I ran. I switched the notebook fromhand to hand so the cover would stay dry. I tried not to think abouttoo many things, just to get there, but I couldn't help wonderingwhether I was dressed ok. Whether I had I written something stupid inmy notes. I tried not to think too much about the man's voice. Abouthow I was dressed. About how sad Laura's hello had sounded.

An exposed outside stairway climbed Laura's two story building. Istood on the landing in front of her door, 2B, looking for a doorbell.Eventually I knocked. I feared the sound wouldn't carry through whatlooked like heavy wood, but soon enough I heard someone shout, "It'sopen, come on in." It was a girl's voice, not Laura's. I hesitated--suddenly almost certain I was in the wrong place. The doorknob wasslippery. I tried to firm my grip. "Push hard if it's stuck," thegirl's voice said. I pushed hard. The door popped open.

It was strange. A big bright living room empty of all of furniture. Nodrapes nor blinds. Just a big bare window to the left looking out overTwilight Park, and inside bright bare walls and a gleaming brighthardwood floor and on the ceiling a sizeable chandelier with dozens offlame-shaped bulbs grinning with glittery light.

A guy sat semi-sprawled against the facing wall. A girl sort of lay inhis lap. The girl was not Laura. The guy was enormous. The girl waslong and lovely. She was sipping from an old-fashioned Coke bottle andfeeding the guy popcorn, and he was apparently reading a book. I stoodin the doorway not knowing what to do, not knowing what might beexpected of me. The girl plucked one piece of popcorn from the bigceramic bowl and poked it into the boy's mouth. It was almost as ifshe were feeding a baby bird, except this baby bird weighed close to300 pounds.

"Shut the door and come on in," the girl said. She had red hair, fieryringlets cascading all over the boy's lap. "I'm Rikka," she said, "andthis oversized galoot is Bob."

"Hiya," said Bob.

I recognized him. Bob (Big-Guy) Guy, all-conference nose- guard fromour football team. Even slumped against the wall he was immense, likea corn-crib or missile-silo or mountain-peak rising up overeverything.

"You want Laura, right?" Rikka said.

I nodded.

"She's on the phone," Rikka said, "Want some popcorn while you wait?"Even across the room, her green eyes glittered with something Icouldn't name, and it made me tremble.

"I'm Adam," I ventured.

"We know," Rikka said. And then to Bob she added, "Adam writes sexstories on the Internet."

"He's a guy, you boner-brain," Rikka said. "How could he be Madam Adam?"

"What do you mean?" Bob said.

Rikka pinched his nose.

"You think Madam Adam's not a guy?" Bob said.

Rikka didn't say anything. She just pinched Bob's nose again. Harder.

"Ow," Bob said. He caught Rikka's wrist. She put the little Cokebottle on the floor and used her free hand to pinch Bob's nose. Sheheld on. "Take that Mr. Smarty Pants."

"Leggo," Bob said. She didn't. "Leggo," Bob said again. Rikka giggledand hung on. Bob moved his huge hand, took hold of one of Rikka'sbreasts, and squeezed. "Miss Smarty Tits," Bob said and soon Rikka letgo of his nose.

"That hurt," Rikka said.

"You liked it," Bob said.

"Shows what you know," Rikka said. She sat up slightly, untucked thepale yellow work-out blouse from the matching sweat-pants, and pulledthe bottom of her shirt-front all the way up. Her little breastsbobbled wonderfully in the empty air. I could see some red marksaround the one Bob had pawed, and the small nipple, pale and plump.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Bob offered.

"Ha!" Rikka said. She took hold of her Coke bottle, and for a moment Ithought she might bash him. Instead she did the most wonderful thing.I don't know if I can describe it. She scooted herself forward on herbottom until she was a few feet from Bob. Her knees were up and shealmost looked like she was kissing the top her knee. And then, inslow- motion, she let her legs stretch out along the bare floorwithout taking her mouth from her knee--the far forward position of anespecially supple sit-up. She stayed that way for a moment, stretchedout soft and tight, as graceful a line as I've ever seen, and then shelay back, letting her head rest on the floor next to Bob's hip.

"Rikka?" Bob said.

Rikka brushed Bob's hand away from her face, and again in exquisitelyslow motion, she brought her legs over her head, so now she was in thesame position as before except upside-down, her back flat on thefloor, her body folded over itself, at once elegant and exact, softand smooth as cake batter, jack-knife slim and sleek.

Bob reached over, began to put his hand upon the pale yellow curve ofher firm little haunch, but before he could touch her bottom, hisfingers still an inch above the precision of her butt, Rikka simplysnapped into standing. Her spring was unexpected and perfect and overin an instant, like a snake striking. I had never been this close tosomething at once so athletic and graceful.

"Sorry there's nowhere to sit," she said to me, brushing a waterfallof red hair away from her eyes. "We're thinking of painting."

"Oh," I said.

I tried to avert my eyes, but it was impossible to do anything otherthan fasten them upon Rikka's bold little breasts as she walkedtowards me. The right one had remained uncovered, its nipple tiltedtowards the light. The other nipple, still covered, poked hard againstthe cloth. Rikka, apparently unconcerned, handed me the Coke bottle.The glass was vaguely warm, half-empty, nowhere near as green asRikka's eyes. I stood there, holding my philosophy notebook in onehand, Rikka's Coke bottle in the other. "I'm not all that thirsty," Imumbled.

Rikka chuckled. "So you write sex stories, huh?" she said.

I nodded, a single guilty nod. She stood only inches away, and hereyes blazed. Her exposed nipple seemed to twitch, to lift itselfalmost imperceptibly, and I remembered Rikka a moment ago kickingherself into the air. I shivered.

"I make you hard, don't I?" she said. Her voice had the barest hint ofa laugh in it.

I nodded again.

"There is one thing I've always wondered," she said. Her green eyeswere wide and gleaming. Her hands were doing something at my front,nimbly working the buckle, the snap, the zip.

"What I wonder is..." She paused, and her eyes smiled a little, and Icould feel air on my penis just before her top teeth caught the plumpbottom of her lower lip. Her fingers gripped me, her touch was softand hard, icy cool and wickedly hot at once, and her thumb brushed thetop solemnly, smearing the skin of wet around and around.

"What I wonder is..." Rikka repeated. Her fingers held a moment, thentightened and moved slowly, almost imperceptibly: the slimmestfraction of movement, excruciatingly intense.

She paused, offered the flicker of impish grin before her face turnedserious. "What I wonder is... does pre-cum have a hyphen?"

Then, grip full and firm, she whisked her fingers up and down, threeor four brisk strokes, thumb still on top, trembling across my slit,and in no time I splattered hard and full and practically forever.

"There," Rikka said, and her grin grew wide again, and she freed herhand, letting my underwear snap hard against the head of my penis justas Laura came around the corner.

I ran.

Well, not ran exactly. First I twisted away from Laura's eyes, andthen I tried to buckle myself up and open the door. I have no idea howI managed to do this without letting go of my notebook or the Cokebottle, but I did. I'm sure Laura saw me. Of course she saw me... inall my gloriously hopeless shame. What can she think of me now? Icouldn't imagine. Maybe she laughed. Maybe she cried. Maybe shethought nothing at all. I did not know. I did not know which would bethe worst.

I stood outside at the edge of Twilight Park and watched Laura'swindow. I waited for something to happen. The window remained brightand golden, filled with the light of that flaming chandelier. Ithought maybe someone would come to the window, or maybe the lightwould go off, but no one came to the window, and the light did not gooff, and eventually I left.

First Strap-On

The door opened before me, and I quickly stepped in, my heart racing.Dave gave me a big hug, which somewhat calmed my nerves. I gave himthe bottle of wine, and suggested a glass might settle me. I sat inthe recliner, and took a healthy sip when Dave gave me a glassful. Ifelt the warmth as it spread from my stomach.

Dave showed me the strap-on he had bought. I handled it gingerly, andexamined how it worked. Dave sat on the edge of the bed in his robe asI did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him down his wine and get upfor another glass. I took another drink, and found mine was gone. Icalled to him to fill my glass, which he did.

"Close the bathroom door a little, and turn out the lights" I toldhim. With a wry smile, he did. The room plunged into a comfortablemurkiness, with subdued lighting provided by the washroom lights. Thewine and the low lighting eased my jangled nerves, and a sense oflustiness filled me. A fantasy was about to be fulfilled, and therealization made me feel reckless. "C'm'here and take off my panties,"I told him, my voice husky.

I skootched out my bottom as he knelt before me. He ran his hands upand down my thighs, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. Hestuck his face close to my crotch and took a long whiff, letting out alittle moan of desire. I felt his nose push my cotton panties into myslit, a wonderfully wicked feeling. I tousled his hair, pushing hisface into me. I was beginning to feel the long-hidden side of me thatcraved dominating him. He was going to be a slut for me today, and Iwas going to use him.

I let go his head after a bit, and I felt his fingers trace the furrowhis nose had made. They gently felt my lips and mound through thecotton. He was being a teasing little prick! "Take them off and eatme," I told him. His hands slid up to the waistband and began to pullmy panties down. As he revealed my muff, I closed my eyes. My pantiesslipped over my feet, and he pressed my legs far apart. I felt thecold air of the room on me, and another surge of excitement torethrough me; my cunt was bare to his eyes.

Without any more pause, he put his tongue directly on my sex. I let myhead settle back and I luxuriated in his talent as he worshipped mypussy with his tongue. I could tell he loved it, not only from hisdeep growl-like moans, but from the eager attention he was providing.This man loved to eat pussy, and the truth is that I loved to have himeating me.

It was divine, simply relaxing as Dave sucked and licked me. I tooksips of wine every now and again, feeling ever more mellow while atthe same time feeling my orgasm building from deep within me. Everynow and then he would hit just the right spot, sending shivers ofpleasure rippling from my cunt through my whole body.

I reached down and spread my lips for him. He responded immediately,lapping at my very hole gently and with his tongue flattened. Heswirled his tongue around the edges of my hole, and then slowlycorkscrewed into me. His fingers spread my lips, letting me sink backinto the recliner again, back into the feeling of safety and beingloved.

I drained my glass, and told him, "be a love and get me another glassof wine?" Actually, my voice was more like a croak. But, he jumped upimmediately, and came back with the wine bottle. He filled my glassand set the bottle on the stand next to me. Then, he sank to his kneesbefore me again, and buried his face in my pussy. I draped my legsover his shoulders and back, completely at ease.

"Can you cum?" I asked. He moaned the affirmative. "Lay on your back,"I told him. He did as I asked, and I slid off the recliner. I kneltover his face, and settled back until I felt his tongue fucking me. OhGod it felt good! I knelt there, finishing my glass of wine. Suchdecadence! Imagine sitting on a man's face as he ate you with suchrelish!

My wine finished, I reached down and parted his robe. He was of coursewearing a condom over his rock hard cock. I slowly peeled it off,watching the oozing pre-cum drip out. I snuck my tongue into thecondom, tasting his sticky juice. It tasted absolutely delicious, andI wondered what his sperm would taste like. Oh well, he would findout, not me. I reached down and tickled his cock with my redfingernails, watching it bob up and down appreciatively.

I guess touching his cock was a good thing, because he went wild on mypussy. His tongue was everywhere, licking my clit, stabbing into mypussy. It felt marvelous! Better than marvelous! I felt my orgasmbegin, a great gasping thing that swelled from my womb to my brain. Iground -hard!-against his face, his mouth clamped onto my clit. I feltthe need to be fucked coming hard, and I fairly lept off his face andonto his cock. I settled down in one swift movement, making him gaspwith pleasure. I rocked back and forth, my clit striking his shavedballs. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried, and his cock repeatedly jammedinto my spasming pussy.

Gloriously, I felt him spray my insides with jet after jet of cum. Icontinued to hump him, rubbing my clit as my pussy squeezed him againand again. Finally, we were both spent. I sagged a little, feeling hishardness slowly ebb away.

"Are you ready?" I called.

"Not really, I'm exhausted," he replied dreamily.

"Too bad," I responded. He had often begged to let him suck his cumfrom me. It was a fantasy of his, but perhaps it was only a fantasy.Want it or not, though, today it would become a reality. I liftedsloppily off his shrunken meat, and plopped down onto his face. Ireached down to open my lips, and felt his tongue tentatively nudge atmy hole. Then, I felt the unbelievably sexy feeling of his cum dripout of me in a big glob. He let loose a guttural sound, halfwaybetween lust and repulsion. But, his tongue began to dart into me,scooping out his own cum. "You are my little cum-eater, aren't youpussy boy?"

"Yyyesss, I love to be your pussy eater. I love to clean my cum fromyour cunt." He had thoroughly gotten into it, eagerly cleaning theinside and out of my pussy.

"Do you want to be a cock sucker, too?" I asked. I watched his cockmake a sudden resurgence, but his reply was lost in moans. I liftedoff him. "Go put on another condom and get on your hands and knees,cum-eater." He got up and hurried to comply, as I stepped into thestrap-on harness.

It was a leather-like affair, with nylon straps that went around mylegs. I tightened it after attaching the dildo mount. The dildo mountwas like a short barbed peg that went into a hole in the base of thedildo. When affixed, the dildo stayed firmly in place, jutting outlike a hard cock. But for now I stood hefting the 8" by 2" rubbercock. It looked huge, but he said he could both swallow it and take itup his ass.

I tentatively put it to my pussy, and pressed the head into me. Afterbeing licked for so long and then fucked, I was loose. And yet, thedildo still felt large. Maybe that's because it was twice as big asDave's cock. I inched it in, lubricated by my own juice and Dave'scum. I could tell Dave was fascinated, since he was staring andliterally licking his lips. I rubbed my own clit, hard and jutting, asI worked the dildo in and out. It felt great, but I knew I wouldn't beable to cum again in quite awhile.

I pulled out the dildo, now wet with our juices, and attached it tothe harness. The heavy weight hanging from my front made me feelextremely powerful. Time to tame Dave!

"Come here and lick my cock clean, cum-eater." He crawled over andbegan to flick his tongue over my cock. "Do you want to suck me?" Iasked, after his VERY eager tongue licked it mostly clean. He moanedyes, yes, oh please, yes. "OK, then open your mouth, and keep itopen." He did, and I placed the head onto his tongue. He stared at melike a dog with a treat on his nose. "Now, suck me," I whispered,totally turned on.

I watched in appreciation as he took the dildo into his mouth. Hishead bobbed up and down on it, going deeper and deeper. I began torock my hips in time, fucking his mouth. He was moaning all the timenow, my little cocksucker. "Will you take it all?" I asked. "Ohplease, push it all in me," he moaned. "You are such a slut! But, OK.Hold still." I gripped his hair, so he couldn't move, then pushedagainst his face with my hips. I could feel it hit the back of histhroat, with still two inches out. I pulled out, and then pushed in.When it hit his throat, I gave a stronger push and felt it pop intohis neck. I was amazed! He was deepthroating it. I kept it in histhroat for several seconds, not knowing he couldn't breathe. I felthim try to pull off, and then pulled out. After a quick breath, hepushed himself back onto it.

We established a rhythm, my fucking his mouth and then letting himbreath. I once reached down and felt his neck as I pumped in and outof his throat. Wild! He had the hardest time when I quickly pumped thelast two or three inches in and out of his neck, but I was getting offon how much of a cocksucker he was.

Finally, I wanted to take his "virginity," or what was left of it. "Goget the lube," I told him. "Don't you DARE let my cock drop out ofyour mouth, slut!" I commanded after he returned and got on his handsand knees. He closed his eyes, keeping about half in his mouth andcontinually moaning. I squirted a big glob on the fingers of my righthand, and leaned over him to rub it into his asshole. He arched hisback, encouraging me. "You are a anal whore, aren't you?" I pumped myfingers into his ass while pushing more cock into his mouth.

He was really wanting it, and I wanted to give it to him. With a`plop', I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I smacked his hip and hewriggled around and stuck his ass in the air and his head down. Hereached back with both hands to pull his cheeks apart. His asshole wasshiny, open, and inviting.

I wanted to tease him, so I deliberately walked away and got a condom.I rolled it onto my cock (I loved thinking about it as MY cock!) sothat he could watch, then walked back to his backside. I rubbed thehead around his asshole, bumping into it now and again. I took thelube, still close at hand, and squirted a generous amount onto thedildo. I slowly stroked it, getting the lube spread around. What asexy feeling to be stroking my cock, looking at a very willing slutwanting it soooo bad; the whole thing just thrilled me.

Finally, though, I just had to fuck him. I fingered him for a second,make him moan, and then pressed the head against his opening. Ishifted my hips, pressing, and the whole 8" cock filled his ass. Then,he was really moaning! I pulled out an inch or two and pushed in againwith a wet slurp. I watched as his asshole gripped the cock, andwondered if my own pussy did that when he fucked me. How many sexysights have I missed, just by being a woman, I mused. The thought mademe feel very assertive, and I really wanted to fuck him hard.

However, it was harder than I thought. The dildo seemed to stick outat a weird angle, and at first, I constantly lost my balance as Istrove to shove it in. At one point, I literally fell on him whilepushing hard; I laid on top of him while he groaned in pleasure. Istarted quick fucking him, asking him "do you love it, slut?"

"Oh yeah, I love it. fuck me!" He was panting.

"How about this?" I drove it deep, making him squeal. "You love it,don't you whore? You just love getting a fat cock in your ass. Want ithard?"

"Yeah, give it to me hard. Fuck me hard." I propped myself up andpulled it in and out all the way. But it felt awkward, so I pulled outand looked at his gaping hole. "Lay on the bed," I told him. He gotup, looking shaky, and leaned over the end of the bed. "No, asshole,lay on the bed, on your back."

He climbed on and turned over. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him tothe edge, then put his ankles on my shoulders. I felt so totally incontrol! I put my hand at his asshole and used it to guide the cock asI sank it in all the way in a single stroke. I pulled out all the way,and with my hand there I could guide it right back in. What a feelingof power, as I gave him deep full strokes.

I found that it was very easy to vary the tempo of my fucking. Thehard part was keeping up a smooth rhythm. I knew it was impossible forhim to anticipate my strokes, since it was nearly impossible for me toanticipate my strokes! A glance at his cock, which was rock hard withthe condom half filled with precum, was enough to make me know howmuch he loved it.

But all things must end, and thirty minutes of fucking had worn meout. Well, it tired me and made me ready for my own orgasm. I pushedthe dildo in deep, and then detached it from the harness. "Keep thisin," I told him. He reached down, and held it in as I removed theharness. Then, I climbed on the bed and slung my legs over his head,facing his cock. I wanted 69!

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "You are dripping wet! MMMmppfffhhh!!!" Hislast words were muffled as he pulled my pussy down to his mouth. Ifelt like I was going to explode as his tongue slide deep in me and heate out all my juices.